At sunset the whole line of the Italian advance-posts marched forward towards the foe, and along the same road which had been traversed in the morning by the detachment of cavalry, there proceeded, in two files, a heavy battalion of sharpshooters, who, a few days before, had valiantly watered the hill of San Martino with blood. The news of the boy's death had already spread among the soldiers before they left the encampment. The path, flanked by a rivulet, ran a few paces distant from the house.

日没时，意大利军前卫的全线向敌行进，数日前把桑马底诺小山染成血红的一大队射击兵，从今天骑兵通行的田野路上分作两列进行。少年战死的消息，出发前已传遍全队，这队所取的路径，与那农舍相距只有几步。

When the first officers of the battalion caught sight of the little body stretched at the foot of the ash-tree and covered with the tricolored banner, they made the salute to it with their swords, and one of them bent over the bank of the streamlet, which was covered with flowers at that spot, plucked a couple of blossoms and threw them on it. Then all the sharpshooters, as they passed, plucked flowers and threw them on the body. In a few minutes the boy was covered with flowers, and officers and soldiers all saluted him as they passed by: "Bravo, little Lombard!" "Farewell, my lad!" "I salute thee, gold locks!" "Hurrah!" "Glory!" "Farewell!" One officer tossed him his medal for valor; another went and kissed his brow. And flowers continued to rain down on his bare feet, on his blood-stained breast, on his golden head. And there he lay asleep on the grass, enveloped in his flag, with a white and almost smiling face, poor boy! as though he heard these salutes and was glad that he had given his life for his Lombardy.

在前面的将校等，见大树下用三色旗遮盖着的少年，通过时皆捧了剑表示敬意。一个将校俯身到小河岸摘取东西散开着的花草，撒在少年身上，全队的兵士也都模仿着摘了花向尸体上投撒，一瞬间，少年已埋在花的当中了。将校兵士齐声高呼：“勇敢啊！隆巴尔地少年！”“再会！朋友啊！”“金发儿万岁！”一个将校把自己挂着的勋章投了过去，还有一个走近去吻他的额。有人继续将花草投过去，落雨般地落在那可怜的少年的脚上、染着血的臂上、黄金色的头上。少年横卧在草地上，露出苍白的笑脸，好像是听到许多人的称赞，很满足于自己的为国牺牲！